At long last the NHS have repaired the motorised exercise bike at the cottage hospital in North Walsham (it broke down about 4 or 5 months ago), and this morning I have a physiotherapy appointment. My wife drops me off at the hospital (the only place I’m driving my car today is to the garage, to be repaired – I think the bearing on the water pump has given up the ghost) and I manage to impress myself by cycling for almost a whole hour, non-stop. My wife collects me and drives me to Hevingham, where I collect my car and drive it directly to Autowerke to be repaired, so I expect to be without a car for a day or two now.
It’s quite windy today, and it feels very cold, so the first thing I do on returning to Southrepps is fill the log basket and light the fire. The dog invites me to walk her around the field by the village hall, and then I vegetate on the sofa in front of the fire until my wife arrives home from work.